Novelas y relatos de Dystopia

It was the sound of a book closing. --- ### The Southern Estate The drive lasted for hours. I sat in the back of the car, staring out the darkened windows. The wasteland of 2026 was a nightmare. I saw ruins of malls, skeletal remains of highways, and groups of "Omegas"—humans who hadn't shifted or had lost their packs—huddled around trash-can fires. This was the "Real World." A world of starvation, hierarchy, and teeth. And then, we crossed a bridge.

“It swallowed everything. Helix, government networks, medical systems, orbital satellites—every structure humans rely on. He’s not running an AI anymore. He’s rewriting civilization.” Clara leaned back, rubbing her forehead with the exhaustion of someone who’d been awake too long to remember what rest felt like. “And the world is thanking him for it. No poverty, no corruption, no more fraud. They think they’ve been handed perfection.” She laughed, but the sound cracked. “Perfection built on obedience.” Sophia’s voice dropped to a dangerous calm. “Perfection built on obedience isn’t peace. It’s a cage too clean to notice.”

That dimension in one year no longer exists, in that world where everything was reduced to rubble, a storm took over that world that was covered in darkness, without heat, without light. In which she was taken over by the disgrace that everyone saw around her, a destroyed, decadent world that plunged at the end of the world into a hell on earth.

Nyxaria I didn't know a tiny pane of glass could hold so much madness. Nobody was holding a knife to my throat or forcing me to stare, but the damn thing just drew me in deeper with every glowing page. One minute I was checking the city's perimeter, and the next, I was deep into something called "global warming." Honestly, the human world was a beautifully disorganized disaster. Apparently, human men had spent centuries hogging all the power just to burn the planet to a crisp.

I could smell her perfume mixing with the sharp scent of copper and ice. Victoria said that she wants what was stolen from us. Look around she said. Look at this world. It is broken, chaotic and weak. People fight they betray each other they suffer.. Four hundred identical women, linked by a single neural mind, controlled by one singular vision can rebuild every government on Earth. They can end war. They can end poverty. I shot back stepping directly into her space. They are living, breathing beings, Victoria. The duplicate girl sitting in our transport above she wept because she remembered Christians smell. She felt love. She felt terror. Victoria does not want to save the world she wants

And after several check-ups, he rested first. He found himself talking to a young man who appeared thin. He was telling him that dangerous people were living nearby. “Dangerous here but not dangerous to the place near here. Many uncivilized people there. Always make war. We are still scared even though Tiago always says that they will not be disturbed by the scary people because the government owns our place.” There was a trace of fear in his voice. He still understood his hard way of speaking. “If the government is in charge of this place, why are only a few of you able to study?” He asked.

At night, they would sneak unto their neighbors and steal their food; and at light, they would kill the man who gets the most ration from their hard work in the Upper Castles. My mother would say, that the plague was sent by Mother Nature, that people became too happy and took things for granted, so She gave them a lesson— one too ruthless and too dark that even history cannot forget if it wanted to. Maybe She thought it would make the Old World a little bit kinder and a little bit better. But She was wrong. For the new one is even crueler now. My name is Elizabeth Hale. Welcome to the New World.

Perfect. She didn’t have any clue why mother named me after his city. The queen was the second youngest princess of the City of Utopia. A very beautiful island of beautiful people. Nothing could compare to what the place has to offer. Stretches of fine white sands. Ranges of mountains. Smiling people. A place of freedom. Sighing, she find herself making her way to the kitchen. Hands on her stomach, she felt so elated she saw Darcy, Sweetie Darcy, who is busy doing something on the counter.

"Congratulation warlocks. You officially entered Dystopia. Your journey starts here, and may the odds be at your favor. Good bye" After saying her piece, the rocky shore submerged in the water little by little, together with Veronica who was sitting on it. "So,...shall we?" Nike looked at the rest of the group, and they nodded in response to his question. Seeing Dystopia for the first time, they can't help but feel slightly perplex. Since they heard that it was an ancient territory, they thought it would look like dilapidated or barren, just like how an abandoned place would normally look like. But contrary to their expectation,

He heads to the mall’s food court area to unpack the items and check out the plots as well. The series is a medley of genre set in a dystopic time. He is amazed at the condition of the books, they feel… brand new? He takes his time to admire and study their condition for almost a hundred times. As he grabs the orange books, he feels the hard cover and runs his hand on the embossed title – The Darkest Minds.